The Diary of Annabelle: Book One of The Diary Series

Annabelle Lee is a nineteen year old with special "talents". She works as a stripper at a LA strip club for no certain reason. She has no baby at home to take care of. She is not going to college. She is doing this cause she LOVES it. After seeing someone she really cares about (which was a stripper) get killed because of the business, Annabelle wonders if she shares the same fate as her. She meets Jason, a construction worker that helps her decide if she wants the same fate, or spare her life.
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*A/N: Hey everybody! This is my new
story. This is notlike a diary entry thing, I just think its an
awesome title! I hope you like this story as much I already
enjoying writing it. I am going to finish Crush earlier than I
thought, or I might just end it and work on this one. Well enjoy!
Remember to comment and stuff. I love
y'all!**

Chapter
1

"Annabelle, go to table three, it's a bachelor
party!" my boss, Vinnie yelled to me. I smiled and walked over to
the table and looked at the group of men. They are not really
good looking, not even the lucky bachelor is not even hot. I
don't care, I just love to watch their cocks get hard and wanting
to touch me. I stood on the table and looked at the lucky man.
"Well, well, well, what do I have here? A bachelor! When is your
wedding day sweetheart?" I said in my seductive
voice.

"Tomorrow, my fiancé doesn't know I am here,"
the man said. He has red hair, brown eyes and some freckles. His
nose looks like its been punched several times and he has very
thin lips. Who would fuck him? I wouldn't! "Well, I bet she is
having fun herself baby doll, what do you want me to do?" I
asked.

"Bend over so I can see your pussy," the guy
said.

"Honey, you cannot see it, it's covered by my
bottoms!"

"Okay, then dance for me and shake those huge
tits in my face!" I winked at him and I wrapped my legs around
the pole and slid down it then danced and wiggled my tits in his
face. I knew he liked it because he tried to reach for them, and
I popped his hand and clicked my tongue at him. I danced for him
for another fifteen minutes and the bachelor and his friends gave
me a total of two hundred dollars in tips and I stuffed it down
my bra. I looked up at the clock and it's the end of my shift. I
actually hated the end of my shift because the fun is over. I
walked to the dressing room and Rebeckah Upton, my best friend
since middle school, smiled at me.

"Peter is taking me out tomorrow since its my
day off," Becky said and I smiled.

"I wish I had a man that would take me out to
dinner," I said taking my stripper bra off and putting my casual
one on.

"Anna, you don't want a relationship and every
man you been with gets freaked out that you are an exotic
dancer."

"I thought being a stripper would be a major
turn on, but if you don't have a reason why you are one, maybe it
turns them off." Yes, I don't have a reason why I am an exotic
dancer, or stripper, whatever you want to call it. I am a
stripper because I want to be one. I was raised in a small
California town, a major religious community. My father, the
deacon to the church I attended my whole life, raised me and
wanted me to be this Christen girl that will grow up and be a
loving wife and mother. Hell no, I want to be free! So, when I
turned eighteen, I high tailed my ass out of town, came down to
LA, and began to be a stripper. Becky was close behind me, she
married her husband, Peter Upton, and they moved to LA. Peter is
a male model and quite successful for being only twenty-one years
old. He doesn't care that she is a stripper, he just don't want
her to go as far as sleeping with her clients. I sat down in
front of the mirror and brushed out the glitter in my blonde hair
and wiped the excessive make up around my dark brown eyes. I put
on my tight blue jeans and my tee shirt and Rebeckah and I walked
out of the club. On my way out, my other friend, which I met at
the strip club, Lila, smiled at me and gave me a hug. Her
beautiful brunette hair is fixed to look seductive and her blue
eyes shine the room. "Well, you have a fun night, Lila!" I said
and she laughed. Rebeckah's fiery red hair is already in her car,
waiting on me.

"I will and you know it!" Lila said winking at
me. All of us strippers are actually nineteen years old. Don't
ask why Vinnie hires very young girls, but he does. The oldest
woman here is twenty-two years old and she is fixing to graduate
from UCLA, so she is leaving us. I got in Becky's car and she
drove me to my apartment which is just downstairs from her own
place. It's a pretty nice place, a loft really. It looks out onto
the Los Angeles skyline. It's what I always wanted. Being a
stripper is not a money maker, it's the tips that is the money
maker. I get paid minimum wage full time. I bring home thousands
of dollars in tips sometimes. I tossed my bag onto my couch and I
went to the kitchen and grabbed a soda. It's seven o'clock at
night and I have nothing to do. I really do want a relationship,
but I still want to be free. I been closed in my whole fucking
life. I had to dress a certain way, act a certain way, hell, even
TALK a certain way. I recently starting cursing when I moved to
LA a year ago! I grabbed my pack of cigarettes and grabbed one. I
lit on up and let the trail of smoke leave my lips slowly. I love
my life. I live by myself, living by my own rules, it's perfect.
"FUCKING COUCH!" a man said down the hall. I walked out to the
hallway and I seen a very sexy man, probably twenty-five, trying
to put a couch into the apartment next door. "Hey mister, need
some help?" I asked. He looked at me and his blue eyes looked
straight at me and my heart skipped a beat. His dark hair is
messy and I can tell that he doesn't care that it is. "Can you?
This couch is being a pain in the ass," he said and I smiled. I
climbed over the couch and got inside the empty apartment and
tilted the couch and helped him get it inside. We carried it to
the living room and sat it down. "Thanks…"

"Oh sorry, Annabelle Lee," I said giving him my
hand.

"Jason Robbins, I just moved in as you can
tell," Jason said and I smiled.

"I moved in here about a year ago from
Susanville." Yes, that is the name of my town. It is VERY far
away from Los Angeles, it was a nine hour drive!

"I moved from Eureka, a good size town, but I
want more opportunities in life."

"Yeah, same here. Well, I am next door if you
need anything." I waved at him and went to my apartment. I sat
around for another few hours and around ten, my cell phone rang.
I looked at it and its UCLA medical center. Why would a hospital
call me? I answered and I heard a lot of commotion in the
background. "Anna, its Becky, it's Lila…

**********

I never rushed to the hospital that fast. I ran
to the emergency room and Becky and a few strippers is standing
outside a room. I looked at Becky and she motioned me to the
vending area. "Lila went out for a smoking break and a man
attacked her. He was a client of hers tonight and didn't give him
sex, so he um…" Becky didn't have to finish. I sat down in a
chair and covered my face.

"What else did he do other than rape her?" I
asked.

"He stabbed her a few times in her chest. They
are not giving her much hope. She already has a collapsed lung
and a lot of internal bleeding. She may have a few hours left,"
Becky said with tears building in her brown eyes. I began to cry
and Becky wrapped her arms around me. My friend is going to die.
What is wrong with this world. I remember my mother telling me
"Being a stripper will kill you," maybe she is right. I better be
careful if I want to remain a stripper. "Can we go see her? I
want to see Lila," I said and Becky nodded.

"We wanted to wait on you," Becky said wiping
tears from her eyes. We walked into the hospital room where Lila
is laying, unconscious. The nurse looked at me and started to
explain about Lila. "They had to put a trach in her cause of the
collapsed lung. She is heavily sedated and she already showing
signs of kidney failure. Dr. Kutz is giving her less than
twenty-four hours to live," the nurse said and I began to cry
again. I ran to Lila's right side and grabbed her tiny hand. My
poor Lila, being an exotic dancer has killed her. It ended her
nineteen years of life. That left me thinking, do I have the same
fate?